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Chapter 1021 Old Man Zhang's Tragic Condition

Old Zhang's youngest son knew that Old Zhang had money, but he wouldn't give it to him, so he made a big scene with Old Zhang and declared that he wouldn't care about Old Zhang even if he died.

Three months ago, Old Zhang's youngest son went to play cards and got tricked. He won more than 300 yuan at first and wanted to stop playing, but the other party wouldn't let him, saying that he couldn't just run away after winning money.

Either win them all, or keep playing.

In the end, not only did he lose back the three hundred he had won, but he also lost another eight hundred dollars after getting angry. Of course, he had borrowed all of this money from loan sharks.

He was given half a month to pay back the money, but he had no money to pay them back.

So he said his dad had money and told the loan sharks to go to his dad and ask for the money.

The villager said, "Good heavens, three months ago, more than a dozen young men from the village came to Old Zhang's house demanding money, threatening to break his legs if he didn't pay. Old Zhang certainly wasn't going to give them the money, and during the argument, one of the young men broke Old Zhang's leg with a wooden stick. They also stole more than 500 yuan from Old Zhang. His youngest son owed someone 800 yuan, and they stole 500. They said they would use the house to settle the remaining 300 yuan, and that they would come to collect the house in three months. If he didn't have the money to pay back then, they would throw the old man out. Judging by the timeline, it should be in the next couple of days."

“His eldest son and daughter-in-law hate him for not giving them the money. Now that his leg is broken and he has no money, they won’t care about him. His youngest son won’t care about him either. He doesn’t even know where he’ll eat tomorrow.”

"So this old man could only lie in bed, relying on the villagers to give him a bowl of soup or a cornbread to keep him alive until now. If it weren't for the help from his clansmen, he probably would have gone to the Western Paradise long ago."

After hearing what this person said, and looking at Li Mo'er and the others, Zhao Yunting was so angry that he clenched his teeth, Li Mo'er's face turned pale, and Li Jun was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Li Mo'er handed the money to the man and said, "Brother, please take us to Grandpa Zhang's house."

The man took the money and said, "No problem, it's not far, only about 300 meters."

As he spoke, he walked out, with Li Mo'er and Li Jun following behind. Zhao Yunting boarded the helicopter and waited until they had walked for a while before taking off to follow them.

The sound of the helicopter drew everyone's attention, and they all came out to see what was going on and why a helicopter had come to the village.

It's only 300 meters or so, and it only takes about ten minutes to get there.

Grandpa Zhang's yard is very large, but it looks quite dilapidated, perhaps because Grandpa Zhang has been bedridden for the past few months and no one has taken care of it.

Li Jun didn't wait for Li Mo'er and ran into a room the guide pointed out. Then, Li Jun called out, "Grandpa Zhang." Then came Li Jun's crying.

Li Mo'er quickly ran a few steps and entered the door to see Grandpa Zhang lying on the ground, already unconscious.

There was a wooden bucket in the house, filled with urine, which gave the whole house a foul smell. Li Mo'er glanced at the villager who had followed her into the house and said, "Brother, could you please empty the bucket?"

The villager glanced at Old Zhang, sighed, nodded, and carried the chamber pot out of the room.

The sound of the propellers grew louder and louder as they landed in the courtyard. Soon after, Zhao Yunting walked in.

At this moment, Old Man Zhang had been helped to bed by Li Mo'er and Li Jun and covered with that thin and tattered quilt.

With a thought, Li Mo'er conjured a cup of spiritual spring water in her hand. Li Jun helped Old Man Zhang up, called out to him a few times, and after Old Man Zhang responded, she fed him the spiritual spring water.

By this time, the courtyard was already crowded with people, all of whom had come to see the helicopter and wanted to see who had come to see Old Man Zhang.

There were heads craning their necks outside the glass windows, all wanting to see what was going on inside.

It was already past five in the afternoon, and the house was chilly. Zhao Yunting got up and went outside, searching the yard but finding no firewood. He took out a dollar and said to the person next to him, "Does anyone have any firewood? Could you please bring a stack over? This is payment for the firewood."

"I have some at home." A young man in his twenties snatched the money from Zhao Yunting's hand and ran off to fetch firewood. The people around watched the young man run away with envy, regretting that they hadn't acted sooner.